Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.